Page 76 of Burn for Me

“Shouldn’t you be flirting with Laura or something?”

There’s a brief silence after Caspian's statement, and my shoulders relax at the moment of peace.

“Nah, it’s not fun anymore. I’m tired of trying to hit on someone only to have them flirt back because they know you’re my brother or brush me off for the same reason.”Moe’s voice is more stern and irritable now, and I groan. I need them to slow down and focus. As if reading my mind, Jasmine traces her thumb gently on my thigh and speaks up to intervene.

“We’re on our way. I’m sure it’ll be minimal contact, but we’ll try to be in and out.”

Caspian and Moe continue to bicker, but it sounds like they’ve backed away from their mic.

“Sounds good. Your friends won’t be there tonight but are ready if backup is needed. By the way Jas’ you look fucking hot!”Sharkie continues, but I don’t pay much attention since Jasmine's hand works wonders at calming the storm inside. My knuckles flex around the steering column when she trails a little too high, and my hips buck.

“I thought they were supposed to be there, though. Isn’t that going to raise alarms?”

“That’s the point, Darlin’,” I say through clenched teeth when her hand grazes over the front of my slacks.The little devil is doing it on purpose.

“Don’t worry. This is their job. It takes eyes off you two and focuses them elsewhere.”Sharkie says nonchalantly.

“Sounds dangerous.”

What’s dangerous is if you keep pushing your hand like that.I think this, but I’d rather not deal with Sharkie prodding if I say the words, so I send Jasmine a warning glare, to which she responds with a smile.

My breathing becomes heavy through my balaclava, so I push the bottom up to the bridge of my nose.

“That’s Greenport for you. They thrive off the danger. I heard they were the only faction to fight against Chaos and win.”Sharkie says, almost as if she's in awe of the idea.

“They won by default. Carlisle just didn’t want to deal with their stubbornness.” I bite out.

“Oh my god! Wait, is that how you know Jonathan?” Jasmine whispers, and I clear my throat, hoping to silence her question. Some ears don't need to hear his name.

The son of a bitch gave up a damn good fight, but before I could show him who would come out on top, he stopped and backed away like it was nothing with a laugh. The old fucker has no clue how easily I could’ve destroyed him. Getting lost in my thoughts, I’m instantly pulled back out to cool fingers brushing against my heated cock, and my head snaps down to where Jasmine has unbuttoned my slacks and pulled it out.

“Well, he’s a good ally to have. Hopefully, when we get this situated, the smaller factions will be just as cooperative in our changes.”

“They will. Depth and Bay have always been at the top; as long as they’re not threatened, they seem to do well.” I bite out, trying to distract myself from Jasmine, slowly stroking from my base up to my tip.

I let go of the wheel and smack at her hand, but she just grips me tighter, making me grunt. Her delicate fingers feel fucking fantastic. Each time they brush over a vein, her hold tightens, and when she hits the tip, her fingers smooth over the mushroom shape, smearing my pre-come. She’s lucky I can’t ruin her right now, and I’m not one for having my colleagues hear what I do in private, or I'd be filling her pretty little mouth right now.

Jasmine says something, but I tilt my head back against the headrest, too lost in the way she starts stroking me faster. Without realizing my foot goes down on the gas a little harder as I fuck up into her hand. There’s no way I'm letting her out of this car until I’m done and she’s licking off her palm. She wants to play this game? Fine, but she’s going to go into this ball with my taste on her tongue and my come as lipstick.

I growl when she stops and ease my foot off the gas to slow our vehicle.

“You shouldn’t have scared me earlier. It wasn’t nice.” Jasmine purrs and my head snaps in her direction. My tongue darts out to wet my bottom lip, and I pull it between my teeth.

I’m not fucking apologizing. She loves being scared and proved it by how hard she squirted.

“I made up for it,” I mutter, and she tilts her head, glancing at her hand. I can't focus on the taunting when her tits look that good wrapped in the red encrusted fabric, and her hair looks soft enough that I know it'd feel amazing wrapped between my fingers right now... Blowing out a harsh breath through my nose, I’m throbbing against her palm, but she won’t fucking move.

“Say sorry?” She says innocently.

I return my attention to the road and bite harder into my lip. I’m not apologizing. I’m not. I’m not. I’m—

Her hand moves, and I quickly grab it forcing her fingers back around my dick. My heart is beating fast enough that I can feel it in my throat, and my balls are too tight for me to walk properly if I’d get out right now.

“Sorry,” I grumble and instantly resent apologizing for something I don’t regret. I hiss as she starts stroking again, applying more pressure and twisting her wrist in a way that has my eyes threatening to roll to the back of my head.

“As I was saying. Thank you for not watching the cameras in our room.” Jasmine laughs, and Sharkie repays the favor, then they continue with their conversation like I’m not getting the best fucking handjob I’ve ever received in my goddamn life.

Even if my focus is on the road, it’s fuzzy and uneven. Reaching down, I curl my hand around hers and pull it off to bring it to my mouth and spit in her palm. I don’t have to look at her to know the look of shock she’s wearing, but I don’t give a damn. Especially as her soft skin wraps back around mine, and I guide her motions to the exact pace and pressure I want.

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